#yes this is a reverse to prompt 45

[babbling-babull]

DP X DC Prompt #85

Jack takes the reveal badly. Maddie doesn't and takes the kids and runs to Gotham.

[cristalknife]

WIP Folder Game

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

@myulalie tagged me and once you see the list you'll get why it took forever and one day for me to actually post it. Conveniently divided by fandom because that's how I keep track of them... There is some reason to my madness... What you see as chaos it's my order...

Dead boy detectives: 1. A Cat's Bitch [cricketcat] 2. Day 2 - Paul Rowland was actually a demon - Or Charles had been raised by a demon escaped from hell with the sole purpose of being sent to hell to take his place [payneland] 3. Every change you make (it's one small act of destruction)[payneland] 4. Bi-Charles Maurice [gen/payneland] 5. Open comm [payneland] 6. You Are The Most Important Person In The World To Me [payneland] 7. I was made for letters not for messages [Edwin char study] 8. St Hilarion Boarding School Secret Sorcery Society [payneland endgame] 9. Desire's friendship [Charles & Desire of the Endless] 10. Reverse verse ideas [payneland] 11. possession/shapeshifting [payneland] 12. I will stop playing nice [cricketcat] 13. Edwin's subspace [undecided] 14. premature ejaculation [undecided] 15. How to get adopted by two ghost dads [payneland, palasaki] 16. part fae Charles [payneland] 17. alpha x alpha [payneland] 18. Bad Touch [NonCon Esther/Charles]

Kinnporsche - The Series: 19. It’s, Not Like That For Us [TimeTay] 20. Making Dreams Come True [Chay centric, KinnPorsche] 21. Not so broken brotherly bonds - convo [unholy trinity (Kim & Khun & Kinn)] 22. PP-PorschePete Fighting For Love [PorschePete] 23. KIMCHAY angstfuck [Kimchay] 24. VP headpat [VegasPete] 25. VP Pete tearing up diamond [VegasPete] 26. VPT complementary clothes [VegasPeteTay] 27. Tay & Chay [Tay & Chay] 28. VPT [VegasPeteTay] 29. BigKimChay [BigKimChay] 30. KC -The Surprises of Magical Realities: Original 3 days timeline [Kimchay] 31. KC -The Surprises of Magical Realities: Porsche [Kimchay] 32. ArmKhun [ArmKhun] 33. VP domestic - Vegas is the head of the minor family [VegasPete] 34. KimPeteVegas [KimPeteVegas]

Love In The Air (thai): 35. I always wanted to become a CEO… [PaySky] 36. From the outside looking in [PayuSky, in the frame of the polycule RainPayuPaySky]

Glee: 37. WIP Should your family fall short mine will adopt you KAW134 In Lima [Kadam] 38. What if auditioning at the Winter Showcase came with its own rep currency? [Kadam] 39. Let's try this again - Kadam [Kadam] 40. “Yes yes I know I’m not a catch like you” [Kadam] 41. Save the last dance for me [Kadam] 42. dance me to the end of love [Kadam] 43. It’s Never Too Late To Choose Happyness [Kadam] 44. Already Too Late, A Little Too Early [Kadam endgame] 45. On my Own [Kurt centric] 46. Gift For Skarlet Mikaelis 666 [Kadam] 47. Gift For NikiJuly17th [Kadam endgame] 48. Faint away I'll always catch you [Kadam] 49. Come over here, and make me [Kadam] 50. Day 1 [Kadam] 51. kadam kitty's pov [Kadam]

NCIS: 52. unnamed Agent Afloat [Tony Dinozzo/Rodney McKay] 53. Too Late To Apologize [Tony Dinozzo/Rodney McKay]

Encanto: 54. She is my daughter / I'm thinking of my daughter [Bruno is Mirabel's father] 55. Papa Bruno angsty prompt [Bruno is Mirabel's father]

Shadowhunters: 56. Words are powerful… even more so when you're a warlock ~ Alec side Vol 1 [Malec] 57. Words are powerful… even more so when you're a warlock ~ Magnus side Vol 2 [Malec] 58. Wingo - Once he was introduced to the shadow world [Raphal/Alec] 59. Wingo - Rude Sequel [Malec] 60. Disrispect the living but hail the dead [dargon!Alec, pairing undecided] 61. Selkie!Alec [Selkie!Alec, pairing undecided] 62. no easy way out [Alec centric] 63. Life is a beach [Alec centric] 64. This wasn’t the price we agreed on [pre-Malec] 65. savior whisperer [Alec centric] 66. a broken heart leads to endless heartbreak [post breakup Alec] 67. Clave approved book of gray [Malec] 68. Magic tether snip [Malec] 69. The House Of Angst ~ Tell Me You Love Me, Even If It Is A Lie [pairing undecided] 70. The House Of Angst ~ Spine and Archer's Paradox [Alec centric] 71. The House Of Angst ~ The Dichotomy Of Touches [Malec] 72. The House Of Angst ~ Saphael ace platonic love bliss [Saphael] 73. The House Of Angst ~ Which way should I go, left where nothing is right, or right where nothing is left? Space Between [Alec centric] 74. The House Of Angst ~ It's all coming back to me [Vampire!Alec] 75. Tales Of Magic And Mahyem [Malec endgame] 76. We stay separate from the downworlder for good reasons [warlock!Alec] 77. Kings & Dragons [dragon!Alec, Malec] 78. Here There Be Dragons - Prompts [Malec with dragons bonded] 79. Lorenzo & Alec as family post 3.18 breakup 80. Winged Protectors ~ The Sands Of Edom Aweken [Malec] 81. having a child 82. Mini soulmates ~ Did I really drink that much last night? [Malec]

Tagging (no pressure and just if you feel like it) and making it a you problem 😹 : @cannibalisticcorpse, @littlechameleonguy, @angelonpoison, @coleslaww, @highpriestessofjogan, @voiidvagabond, @thefanficsmustflow and anyone else feeling to play ^w^

[jrenvs3000w25]

Blog 9 - Immortality in Nature 🪼 (sort of)

For this week’s blog prompt, I’m going to interpret the coolest thing I know about nature for you guys.

I’ve always loved the ocean, but my fascination with aquatic invertebrates began in some of my zoology courses here at Guelph (ZOO2700 and ZOO3700 specifically).

What if I told you there’s an immortal jellyfish?… let’s get into this

Imagine a creature that can cheat death. Instead of aging, it simply starts life over again. It sounds like something from science fiction, I know. But it’s real! Deep in the ocean, a tiny jellyfish called Turritopsis dohrnii (otherwise known as the immortal jellyfish) has mastered biological immortality.

This jellyfish is no larger than your pinky nail, and has a life cycle unlike any other known animal. Most jellyfish begin life as free-swimming larvae, settle onto the ocean floor, and grow into polyps that eventually release mature, adult jellyfish called ‘medusae’. Normally, once a jellyfish reaches adulthood it reproduces and eventually dies. But Turritopsis dohrnii has a trick up its tentacles (lol) it can reverse its life cycle (Piraino et al., 1996).

When faced with stress, injury, or even starvation, this jellyfish just won’t die. Instead, it transforms its adult cells back into a polyp, essentially rewinding time and starting its life anew (Schmich et al., 2007). Imagine if instead of growing old, humans could revert to being a baby and begin life again. It’s like the ultimate reset button.

The secret behind this incredible ability lies in a process called transdifferentiation, where specialized cells revert to a more basic state and then develop into entirely different types of cells (Bavestrello et al., 1992). It’d be like if your skin cells could suddenly turn into heart cells, or if an entire adult organism could return to an embryonic stage. While some other animals like salamanders that regrow limbs have limited regenerative abilities, Turritopsis dohrnii is the only known animal actually capable of completely restarting its life cycle indefinitely.

Does this mean the immortal jellyfish is truly immortal? In theory, yes. If conditions are right, it could technically keep repeating this cycle forever. But in the wild, Turritopsis dohrnii still faces obvious dangers like predation, disease, or poor environmental conditions that can ultimately end its life. Even still, its ability to escape aging has made it the focus of some scientific research, with scientists hoping to unlock insights into human aging and regenerative medicine. How cool.

So the next time you think about eternal youth, remember that nature may have already figured it out, in the form of a tiny jellyfish drifting through the ocean.

The Immortal Jellyfish (Turritopsis dohrnii). Photo from the American Museum of Natural History by Takashi Murai. https://www.amnh.org/explore/news-blogs/immortal-jellyfish.

Sources

Bavestrello, G., Sommer, C. (1992). Bi-directional conversion in Turritopsis nutricula (Hydrozoa). Research Gate. Scientia Marina 56(2-3):137-140. https://www.researchgate.net/publication/286456401_Bi-directional_conversion_in_Turritopsis_nutricula_Hydrozoa

Piraino S, Boero F, Aeschbach B, Schmid V. Reversing the Life Cycle: Medusae Transforming into Polyps and Cell Transdifferentiation in Turritopsis nutricula (Cnidaria, Hydrozoa). Biol Bull. 1996 Jun;190(3):302-312. doi: 10.2307/1543022. PMID: 29227703. https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/29227703/

Schmich J, Kraus Y, De Vito D, Graziussi D, Boero F, Piraino S. Induction of reverse development in two marine Hydrozoans. Int J Dev Biol. 2007;51(1):45-56. doi: 10.1387/ijdb.062152js. PMID: 17183464. https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/17183464/

[peachpety]

I posted 1,250 times in 2022

24 posts created (2%)

1,226 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@peachpety

@nevver

@dailyrothko

@browsethestacks

@topcat77

I tagged 824 of my posts in 2022

Only 34% of my posts had no tags

#drarry - 287 posts

#hp fanart - 223 posts

#draco malfoy - 98 posts

#drarry fanfic - 89 posts

#drarry fanart - 85 posts

#harry potter - 74 posts

#harry x draco - 59 posts

#peach writes - 45 posts

#hp fanfic - 28 posts

#harrydracoreversebang - 25 posts

Longest Tag: 130 characters

#also by my severe distaste for exclusionary gatekeeping internet cliques that like to bully people who dont line up perfectly with

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

No Bones About It, by peachpety

Thirteen Ficlets || T || 5k || non-magical modern college AU feat. jock Harry Potter & nerd Draco Malfoy

To remain eligible to play football for Hogwarts University, Harry needs to pass his gen bio exam. Too bad he chose the course based on the hotness of the TA and not the leniency of the professor. With the help of his friends and a Magic 8 Ball, Harry seeks tutoring from Draco Malfoy, Hot TA. Cue: chance encounters, flirting in library nooks, and prophecies fulfilled.

Excerpt:

Harry mirrors Ron’s grin, then collapses his face into a pout. “C’mon, dude. I have to ace this skeleton ID exam tomorrow.”

Ron scratches his pencil to add shading to his sketch and blows away graphite debris. “You just want to impress your TA.”

“Maybe,” Hermione says from her perch on a stool beside Ron, “he just wants to get a good grade.”

“Yeah, Ron. Maybe I want a good grade.”

“Nah,” Ron says. “You just want to get boned.”

“Nice. And yeah, ‘Mione. Maybe I want to get boned.”

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Written for the sweet @ladderofyears || prompt witch shop + dialogue "I think the crystal ball is working. The spirits are telling me you’re a dumbass" - liberties were taken 💀

Special thanks to my misfits crew for the help and encouragement, big love always 🎃

127 notes - Posted October 17, 2022

#4

Deadheading the Odd Dahlia, by peachpety

Inspired by the gorgeous art of @beyondtheclose

Harry/Draco Reverse Bang 2022, E, 8.7k exactly

Florist Draco & Smitten Harry 💐 Romantic Fluff & Autumn Vibes 💐 Farmers Market & Soft Pining 💐 Cottagecore & Language of Flowers 💐 Draco Navigating the Muggle World on a Baby Blue Moped

“You could stay at the Manor,” Draco blurts. “I mean”—he twirls the wine stem in his fingers—“not the Manor proper. But Rose Cottage would suit.”

A hush blankets the table, save for Luna scraping a knife full of butter over her toast.

Harry chews his eggs carefully. He takes a bite of bacon and washes it down with a big gulp of wine. Alarm bells sound off in his brain. There are many reasons why living with Draco is a bad idea, first and foremost being his small crush, insignificant really. Although technically he wouldn’t be living with him, but nearby, almost on top of each other—

“Yes,” Harry says. “That’s…I’ll move into Rose Cottage. Thanks.”

Harry is content to spend his days at Draco’s flower stall at the farmers market, burying his true feelings in artisanal coffee and rose bouquets. When forced to find new lodgings, he accepts Draco’s offer to live in a cottage at Malfoy Manor, and his long-hidden crush blossoms out of control. Turns out, proximity makes the heart grow fonder.

💐 @beyondtheclose art & claim post 💐 HDRB post 💐

FIC & ART ON AO3

141 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

#3

✩ COME AS YOU ARE ✩ by peachpety HP Quidditchfest 2021 ★ E ★ 3.8k ★ art by @fictional

A modern non-magical high school AU feat. jock!harry, nerd!draco & a letterman jacket If asked, Harry Potter would categorize his high school senior year as normal: football, friends, and one devastating crush on his tutor, Draco Malfoy. When presented with an opportunity to help Draco, Harry rises to the occasion. Unfortunately, so does his dick. Sparks fly and alarms blare… and the Hogwarts Owlz Gossip twitter feed blows up.

✩ ✩ ✩ one year, y'all ❤️ a big thank you to @mystickitten42, without whom i wouldn't be writing today! ily xo peach 🍑

223 notes - Posted September 9, 2022

#2

Fashionably Late, In Style by @mystickitten42, art by @fictional draco x harry ⏰ 3k ⏰ E ⏰ harry/draco owlpost 2021

❤️ Because ILY, Tara! ❤️

Listen, Tara, my sounding board, my soothing balm, my momma misfit, I am so very blessed to claim you as one of my oldest & best fandom friends. Many of (what I consider) my writing successes I can attribute to your insight. You are a brilliant gem, and I adore you.

So naturally, I enlisted the sweet and ever-so-talented Lynn to create something wonderful as tribute because I knew it would be perfect. And I mean. Look at it!

Choosing a MysticKitten fic for art was difficult, y'all!! The assless leather chaps in The Scent of Leather...? Art model Draco in The Naughty List...?

But, fashionista!Draco is a weakness of mine and this fic, y'all. This fic is Draco in heels owning Pansy's haute couture catwalk. It's Auror Harry returning to claim what's his. It's motorcycles, remote cabins, and rekindling passion in the snowfall.

And it's exactly what y'all need to read on a soft spring day.

Big love, Tara, always xoxo peach 🍑

440 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

happy hour, by @wheezykat, art by @fictional draco x harry 🍸 10k 🍸 E 🍸 hp fluff fest 2021

❤️Happy Valentines, kittykat ❤️

What can I say, my love, my raccoon spirit animal, my sister in saltdom...other than ILY. From the very first, working with you on luminosity (it's brilliant btw, y'all, go read it) I thought, damn, I love this gal.

And so. I wanted to gift you something wonderful, and naturally, immediately, I enlisted my sweet, talented friend @fictional...and per usual, she's delivered. in spades. with interest. see above.

This fic, y'all, is smitten Harry being a dork at his finest. It's Draco drawn like a pale moth to Harry's bartending flame. It's Pansy, queen of snark, no holds barred. It's molecular gastronomy, body shots and fancy cocktails (recipes included). It's 10,000 words, exactly.

And it's exactly what y'all need to read this Valentine's day.

Big love, Kat, always xoxo peach 🍑

510 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

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[kiliinstinct]

20 or 45, if you'd be so kind as to appeal to my guilty pleasures 🤣❤

Touch Prompt 20: Bandaging/Stitching Up An Injury Warning: There is blood.

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"I need ya to hold still."

"That's rich, coming from you."

"Yeah, yeah, quit being weird and let me finish!"

Lucy huffed. Natsu snorted. Both stared the other down, asserting their own wills, but quickly ended when Lucy sighed and looked away. It wasn't that she didn't want the treatment or even need it, but Natsu wasn't known for his gentle hand with a bandage. And the large gash on her arm hurt.

As she relented, Natsu released a breath he'd been holding and shuffled through the first aid kid. Often the rolls were reversed between them, but his own wounds were scant compared to Lucy's. A few scuffs and scratches here and there. He managed to dodge the worst of it, but not Lucy. Her quick thinking had turned the tide in their recent job, but had also done the one thing Natsu wished he could have stopped.

Put her right in the way of danger, and the blood that had dripped from her, pooled at her feet as a red sign of his own failure. The bleeding had stopped some time ago, thanks to Natsu's own quick thinking, but the sight of the angry, burned flesh in the shape of his own hand print glared at him as a sickening reminder.

Natsu wanted to vomit.

His fingers weren't the most dexterous. Not with these sorts of things, but he still did as he remembered: clean the wound, apply pressure when needed, and wrap it just tight enough to hold, but loose enough to breathe. (At least, he thought that was right. Was it?) Lucy's grimace and flinches were silent representations of her earlier shouts of pain during the earlier fight. Muted now, but loud and echoing in his mind.

"We gotta make sure Wendy or the Old Lady sees this when we get back," he grumbled, Lucy agreed quietly, her attention turning back to him. Her stare burned holes into the back of his head, but he kept his own gaze on the messily wrapped arm.

It would serve, but it wasn't the prettiest of bandages. Erza would lecture him when they returned. Probably even try to teach him how to do it properly. ...had Happy reached them yet? He'd flown off earlier to warn them of Lucy's injuries, but would it be enough time? He kept thinking of the worst possible outcomes, teeth gnawing into his cheek as he considered the fight. If only he'd been faster, stronger... smarter...

Cauterizing Lucy was something he wanted to forget.

"You know it's not your fault, right?" Lucy's voice broke through the constant repetition in Natsu's head and he realized, too late, he'd been growling. With shoulder's slumped, he looked to her, desperately trying to keep his feelings in check.

"Ya' think?" It is my fault. It's always my fault. I'm too reckless. I don't pay attention. I don't- the fingers of her left arm grazes his cheek, smoothed away the fringe that covered his eyes and the angry voice in his head dissipated a little bit more.

"I know." Lucy pressed, her smile was soft and tempered, hiding the pain she was obviously feeling. "I made my choice, just as you would have done the same for me. You know what is your fault?"

He snorted, unsure where she was going with this, "the roof I blew up?"

"Yes," her thumb was rubbing his cheek now, but her gaze held firm, "But not that." Leaning close, she replaced her gentle touch with a soft kiss to his cheek and sent the rest of his angry thoughts to the wind.

"This ugly bandage that's going to save my arm. That's your fault."

Natsu's laughter barked out loud enough to send birds flying.

[lord-halbrand]

Short Rules:

0. FOLLOW ESKELWOLF. it's my main blog, my primary muse. I'll post PSAs, hiatus notices and other announcements there. Tag (#eskelwolf) or mention (@eskelwolf) in starters and replies. Otherwise I might miss out. Please please please, even if you don't want to RP with Eskel, he's my most beloved baby (yes I have a favorite child, deal with it), follow him if you're really interested.

1. Don't assume, don't second guess, don't think. When in doubt about something, please ask instead of refraining from something or just writing it.

2. Mind my triggers, no-go's && muse's sexuality, sexual orientation and gender identity/expression.

3. Don't force ship, don't godmod, no powerplay, no permakills.

4. Reblog memes, edits and other OOC posts from the source && include whole prompt text in asks.

example: “45. my muse rescues yours from a shark attack. Put a + in it to reverse action” -> include the WHOLE prompt: “45. my muse rescues yours from a shark attack. Put a + in it to reverse action.”

5. I love shipping, with some precautions: I love it when we talked about it & it's plotted and aligns with my muse's sexual orientation and their preferences. Mind the banned faceclaims and characters in my rules doc.

6. Harassment, drama, hate and call-outs aren't welcome here. It gets you hard blocked blog wide.

7. If I hard-blocked you, don't try to work your way around it and try to re-establish a partnership. It'll come out eventually and then I'm going to be very very pissed.

8. I love my muses, I love your muses, I love playing with all different kinds of muses from various franchises. Please never assume I don't want to RP with you. Even if you have a banned muse, I might be interested in other muses of yours!

9. Have fun, loves! The RPC is our playground, let's enjoy it ❤️

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬: 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞.

[garlandofradiance]

Short Rules:

0. FOLLOW ESKELWOLF. it's my main blog, my primary muse. I'll post PSAs, hiatus notices and other announcements there. Tag (#eskelwolf) or mention (@eskelwolf) in starters and replies. Otherwise I might miss out. Please please please, even if you don't want to RP with Eskel, he's my most beloved baby (yes I have a favorite child, deal with it), follow him if you're really interested.

1. Don't assume, don't second guess, don't think. When in doubt about something, please ask instead of refraining from something or just writing it.

2. Mind my triggers, no-go's && muse's sexuality, sexual orientation and gender identity/expression.

3. Don't force ship, don't godmod, no powerplay, no permakills.

4. Reblog memes, edits and other OOC posts from the source && include whole prompt text in asks.

example: “45. my muse rescues yours from a shark attack. Put a + in it to reverse action” -> include the WHOLE prompt: “45. my muse rescues yours from a shark attack. Put a + in it to reverse action.”

5. I love shipping, with some precautions: I love it when we talked about it & it's plotted and aligns with my muse's sexual orientation and their preferences. Mind the banned faceclaims and characters in my rules doc.

6. Harassment, drama, hate and call-outs aren't welcome here. It gets you hard blocked blog wide.

7. If I hard-blocked you, don't try to work your way around it and try to re-establish a partnership. It'll come out eventually and then I'm going to be very very pissed.

8. I love my muses, I love your muses, I love playing with all different kinds of muses from various franchises. Please never assume I don't want to RP with you. Even if you have a banned muse, I might be interested in other muses of yours!

9. Have fun, loves! The RPC is our playground, let's enjoy it ❤️

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬: 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞.

[joaquinwhorres]

shots (Diego Hargreeves x Reader)

SUMMARY ››››› Dating is hard. But it's even harder when you know you're dating the wrong people. The right guy just isn't interested.

REQUEST ››››› ANNA HI HELLO FRIEND. okay, you're taking requests? i'm gonna SCREAM but okay could you do number 45 and diego, please? also i'm gonna look at the thing you sent me last night right now (45. Rubbing the back of their hand with a thumb.) 

WORD COUNT ››››› 3,016

WARNINGS ››››› takes place partially at a shooting range

A/N ››››› I wrote this as a continuation of alone together, but it can really be read as a standalone. I just loved the reader + Diego's dynamic, so here's more.

You've been into Diego Hargreeves since your police academy days, which is to say, a nearly obscene amount of time. It's hard to pinpoint exactly how long it's been, though, because as with most things, falling for him was a rather fluid process. One minute you were reveling in the fact that you were suddenly single for the first time in three and a half years. The next, you were hanging off every word in his tirade about saving teargas for bad guys rather than protestors. And yet, it also felt so sudden. As if he had come out of nowhere and clotheslined you the way he did one of the instructors in restraint training.

And while it's hard to say when you fell for him, why is entirely too easy. You liked him because he wasn't afraid. He was stupid and brash, but he was bold and honest when it mattered. But more than that, you liked how he cared so deeply and passionately about doing the right thing rather than doing things the right way. Even when it cost him. 

Also, his forearms.

You’re watching them now, muscles rippling under his tight long sleeved shirt as he raises the gun, his gaze intensely focused on the target. You hope he doesn’t see you staring in his periphery because it’s pretty obvious you’re not just checking his form. There's a breath and then he fires five rounds into the piece of paper, every shot precise and lethal. 

“That’s how it’s done, baby,” he grins, laying the gun down as he steps back to direct his excitement at you. As if he'd ever done anything less than absolutely perfect at the range. Still, you can’t help but smile back even as you roll your eyes. You love it when he calls you baby. Even though he only ever says it to tease you, it still feels like it's your nickname that he has for you. 

Yeah. You’ve got it bad. 

Which is unfortunate because he simply doesn't. He's never so much as shown a single bit of interest besides the first day he met you, and let his eyes linger on your body a little too long. But after that? Nothing. It soon became clear that he only had eyes for Eudora, and while it was tempting to be jealous it was all too understandable. She was gorgeous and smart and kind and obviously going to make a damn good cop. But even after that imploded, he never seemed interested. You'd come to the conclusion that you were simply too close, which was unfortunate but also fine.

It would be fine.

You just need to follow your friends’ advice and find someone new to focus on. And not just flings. You've tried the "get over by getting under" method and it just doesn't work. You need romance, a good personality, someone you want to see again outside of the bedroom. What you need is a boyfriend. Instead you've gotten:

Ghosted more times than you can count

Four no-shows for dates

One catfish

Five break up texts

Seven dick pics

Six angry men calling you a whore

Three dates that were meant for other people

The most recent of the “oops I texted the wrong girl” dates had been a week ago, and you suspect it's also the reason Diego dragged you out to the shooting range today. Diego doesn't talk about feelings--you learned that real quick--but he is more empathetic than he looks. He just doesn't know how to translate that into words. Thus, shooting range. It's sweet. 

Except for the fact that he's an insufferable show off. That makes it a bit less sweet.

“Yeah, yeah, cheater,” you huff, moving forward to take his spot at the firing line. Obviously you can't tell if he cheated, but his arms had looked a bit too low for one of those shots to be as perfect as it was. You pick up the gun, waiting for his instructions, eyeing the target. 

"Head right 7, body right 9, body bullseye, head bottom 9, body bottom 8," he decides. Of course he gave you more body than head shots. 

It's tempting to insist that he keeps up the pretense that this is an even and fair competition and give you another head shot. But your time is running out, and who are you kidding--you'd like the win. So, you nod to confirm his choices before lifting the gun up and taking a breath in to clear your head of all else, the constant rejection, the unrequited crush, the stress at work, so you can focus. And then, you breathe out.

Your shots aren’t as pretty as Diego’s, but they all hit their marks. 

“Not bad,” he says as you place down the gun and then spin around to grin at him. 

“Not bad?” you echo back, gesturing to the target. “That’s the best all day.”

“That's the best you got all day,” he corrects, smugly. “Not the best.”

The smile vanishes from your face, replaced with narrowed eyes. "You're a dick."

He laughs then as you double check the chamber to make sure the gun's unloaded and ready to be packed up. "A huge dick," you clarify, placing the firearm in its case and turning to follow him out.

"Better than a small one," he shoots back, removing his headphones once the two of you enter the lobby.

If it weren't for range safety and all that, you'd kick him in the back of the knees. Instead, you settle on glaring at the back of his head as he checks the two of you out, stuffing your safety glasses and headphones into your bag.

"I really hate you, you know that right?" you ask as the two of you push through the door and out into the parking lot. 

"Not sure I'd say that if I was the person who needs a ride home," Diego smirks at you over his shoulder as the two of you reach his car. 

"Like there's even going to be room for me in the car anymore now that your head's so big," you say, reaching over to flick him on the side of the head. Before he has a chance to respond you speed walk to the passenger's seat and get in before he can lock you out.

"You're lucky I like you," Diego says, pointing a finger at you before he climbs in, sticks the keys in the ignition and shifts into reverse. You take your cell phone out of your pocket as he pulls out of the parking spot, hand resting on the back of your chair so he can look over his shoulder. You feel your cheeks grow hot and are thankful that his eyes are on the road and yours are on your phone screen. 

There are approximately 16 unread messages.

None of them are good.

In fact, you're feeling pretty crushed as you scroll through them. It doesn't help when Diego withdraws his arm to shift the car into drive. He pulls out of the parking lot and onto the main road, and you try to pull yourself together but end up just wilting into your seat. It's not your friends' fault. Yesenia's babysitter fell through. Galilea was caught up with more work than she anticipated. Lilly probably really did need the extra time to study for her actuarial exam. These were all reasonable excuses. But it still sucked.

"What's up?" Diego asks as you slow to a stop at the red light. 

"Nothing," you say absent mindedly, texting out a message to the group. Life happens 🙃How about next Saturday?? 

Diego's eyes dart to you before going back to the road as the light turns green. "Y/N," he prompts.

You turn off your screen and cast a look at him. "It's really nothing; my friends just cancelled on me tonight." He remains quiet and you try to push out the growing frustration that you've been planning this for a solid week and it's only now, hours before, that all of these conflicts pop up. "We were supposed to go out," you sigh. "You know, do drinks and dancing."

He's silent again, only the sound of the turn signal clicking echoing throughout the car.  "Alright, so what time tonight?" Diego finally asks, pulling you from your thoughts. 

It takes longer than it should to piece together what he's offering, but the thought of Diego taking you dancing is just too much on so many levels. The most immediate level being how absolutely hilarious it would be to see Diego dance. The thought alone elicits a surprised laugh.

"What's so funny?" Diego asks, his brow furrowing. It's clear he wants to glare at you but the car ahead moves, and he takes his chance to make the left turn. 

"You want to go dancing?" You ask, through giggles.

"And?" He sounds offended, but you're still trying to picture Diego on the dance floor and every resulting image is sending you into further hysterics. He catches on, eventually. "You don't think I can dance!"

"Mm-mm," you hum, shaking your head, and there's literally tears coming down from your eyes as you picture Diego doing the Hitch dance at the club. God, he always knew how to pull you out of your spirals. 

His face screws up into a frown, and you can vaguely tell he's annoyed. Unfortunately, you don't care. "I'm a great dancer!" he protests, turning onto your street. 

"Ok, ok," you say, finally calming down enough to stop laughing and wipe away the tears from your eyes. "Meet here at 9 and we'll decide on a place?" you ask as he pulls into a spot near your building.

He nods, still clearly annoyed, but he's a good friend, better than most, and doesn't rescind his offer. In return you give him a beaming smile as you climb out the door. Almost immediately you turn around and tap on the window. He raises an eyebrow and rolls it down. 

"Yes?"

"You know you're not allowed to wear that, right?" You check, pointing at his black on black tactical uniform. He looks as if he's a real life Batman. Right now he's giving you the Batman glower. "I'm serious, Diego. Go shopping if you have to." 

"Bye, Y/N," he says, pulling away from you without even bothering to roll the window up. You smile to yourself and walk to your building's front door. You cannot wait for tonight.

  Diego knocks on your door a few minutes after nine. It's tempting to give him a hard time about being late, to tell him that you thought yet another friend had abandoned you in your hour of need, but seeing as he had to rearrange whatever plans he had in order to take you out dancing, you decide to let him off the hook. 

You're kind of glad that you didn't come up with a witty line for when you opened the door because holy shit, he’s handsome.

In a way, he's stuck to the usual uniform. It's black on black, and he clearly has put no effort into his hair or shaving the stubble lining his jaw, but he's missing the usual tactical harness, armguards, and gloves. Instead, his arms are on full display, and while you're able to admire his muscles under his usual tight black shirt, it's nothing compared to what that short sleeved button up is doing for him. He looks broader, fuller, and more human than you've ever seen him.

"Look at you, all cleaned up," you say, allowing your eyes to run over his body under the pretense that you're teasing him. "Do a twirl for me," you demand, spinning your finger. He rolls his eyes, but slowly spins in a circle so you can admire each angle. "It'll do," you say, allowing him into the apartment.

"Glad I meet the standard," he says, coming in further. You're still staring at him and are able to see the exact moment his eyes land on the two shot glasses and bottle of tequila that you've placed out on your kitchen island. His eyes light up and naturally, he makes a bee line for the booze. Even more naturally, you follow him.

"We're gonna have a good time, then?" he asks, eyeing the tequila.

"Oh yeah," you confirm, grabbing the shaker of salt from the table on your way into the kitchen. Diego pours out a shot for each of you, sloshing a bit on the counter as you salt your hand. When you pass the salt over to him, your fingers brush causing a warm and tingling sensation to stir in your stomach. You probably shouldn't have already taken a couple of sips from the bottle. Maybe if you hadn't, you wouldn't be watching him so intently as he licks his hand. You're able to tear your eyes away to grab a lime and place one in front of him as he finishes.

"To a good time," Diego says, raising his glass to yours. You clink your shot glass against his before swiping the salt off your hand with your tongue, following it with the silver tequila burning its way down your throat. Placing the glass down, you grab the wedge of lime and bite into it, allowing the lime juice to ease the sweeten the sting.

"Mm," you hum, taking the lime out of your mouth and placing it on the opposite edge of the cutting board from the rest of the lime slices. Diego places his wedge over yours and looks at you. 

"Another?” he asks, and well, you can’t let the rest of the lime go to waste. Besides, even well drinks are expensive these days. 

After your second shot, Diego moves to clean up the island as you watch. “Taxi should be here at 9:30.”

“You decide on a place yet?” he asks, and you hum a yes, eyes on him as he places the bottle of tequila up with the rest of your alcohol. It's easy to blame the tequila, but you're not sure if that's 100% why you feel the surge of almost overwhelming tenderness for him. 

"Hey, Diego?" your voice comes out a bit smaller than you'd like, and he notices too because he turns to face you immediately, eyebrows raised. "Thanks for coming out tonight."

He relaxes, shoulders dropping slightly, and his smile which always looks like it's caught between being a smirk and a genuine grin comes out. "We're supposed to be alone together, right?"

"Right," you agree, and you're certain he'll see your affection glowing off you like some kind of aura. Except he turns quickly back to dump the cutting board and knife into the sink.

"How's all that going by the way?" he asks, still bent over the sink. He has to mean dating. Or maybe your feelings. You're proficient in Diego-speak but you're not sure if you'll ever be fully fluent. He's hard to read his words; it's much easier to read his face.

"I think I meant what I told you," you say with a sigh. "I think I'm done with all that."

He turns around to face you then, and you can see the concern and sadness on his face. Sympathy is a rare emotion for Diego, and you don't like how it makes you feel. "Look, if you want to find someone, you can't give up."

"It's just hard to put myself out there when I know none of them are right," you say, frustration and an aching loneliness fizzing under your skin. "You know? None of them are you." The words come out too fast to stop, and it takes less than a breath to reach you could grab them out of the air. Your face is growing hot, but you push it back down and quickly try to remedy the situation, “I mean none of them are like you.” 

He seems a bit frozen as well, assessing, and you wish to God that you had another shot of tequila right now to take your attention off of the way his brow creases slightly and mouth turns down. “You don’t want me,” he says finally with a shake of his head. 

You do. 

You really do.

“What’s wrong with you?” you ask, not liking his tone or the way he's still frowning slightly and can't meet your eyes.

He shakes his head again but steps forward to stand across the island from you. “I’m not going to psychoanalyze myself, but I gotta lotta shit. I don’t know if you could put up with two of us. And I'm not letting you throw me away for some guy who came after.”

You sit there quietly, taking in his words and trying to hear what he was saying. What he was really saying underneath and you don't like any of the deductions you're able to come up with. “Y/N?” he asks, tilting his head slightly, and you know you've been quiet too long right after he's been as vulnerable as he can be. 

“You know I don’t consider it putting up with you, Diego, right?” You ask, quietly. It’s important he knows. He has to know at least that. 

He gives an attempt at a smirk, but it doesn't make it to his eyes. “What else would you call dealing with my bullshit?”

You reach out to him, wiggling your fingers in an insistence that he take your hand. It takes a second, and some aggressive eye contact for him to take your hand, but when he does, you fold your hand over his, smoothing over the knuckles with your thumb. There’s scars there. Probably from his childhood. Or last week. “I’d call it returning the favor.” 

He snorts but doesn't take his hand away. Instead he squeezes your hand, and you know he'll never tell you that he loves you, but this feels pretty close. You squeeze his hand back.

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Red-Eye to Destiny

Luka wiped the sweat from his face as he walked off stage, laughing with Jagged from the pent-up energy that concerts always gave both of them. Spotting Marinette, he made a beeline for his soulmate, pressing his forehead to hers, sharing his love and happiness with her as he took a few deep breaths to center himself after the adrenalin rush of being on stage. Feeling the love she returned he hummed, a mischievous grin taking over his face as he pictured a slightly more compromising position for later that night. Instead of blushing and getting flustered like he’d expected, Mari responded with a more graphic image of a similar, if reversed nature.

“Melody!” Luka gasped, pulling away and blushing furiously as he glanced around to check if anyone was looking. Jagged, of course, had been on his way over and caught Luka’s gasp, grinning.

“Serves you right.” Marinette giggled. “Besides, you should know by now that despite my previous bashfulness before our bond developed, I’m no shrieking violet.”

Jagged started laughing as he heard Mari’s answer. “That’s my rock-and-roll Niece! You tell him!”

“You do realize how strange it is to hear you calling my soulmate your Niece, right?” Luka asked dryly, slowly recovering from his blush. “I know I didn’t grow up with you, but still.”

“Don’t be a baby, Rockstar.” Mari gasped, finally getting over her fit of giggles. “We have a plane to catch anyway, let’s get going.”

***

Damian was dead on his feet, he’d just finished a mission that had unfortunately resulted in the Batplane crashing and this Business class seat was the last one available for his trip back to Gotham. It was also a red-eye and that meant that by the time he finally boarded the plane, he was half asleep and almost as soon as they took off, he was just out like a light, not doing more than glance at the tall young man in the middle seat.

***

“Mari.” Luka whispered, his voice strained. “I have to pee.” The handsome young man on his other side had fallen asleep immediately after takeoff, and shortly thereafter, had ended up leaning against Luka’s shoulder.

Mari giggled quietly, “Then wake him up and go?” She could feel how flustered Luka was, but figured it shouldn’t be too hard.

Luka sighed and gently began to push the young man upright in his seat, only to have him turn and latch onto his arm in his sleep. Gently trying to disengage his arm, Luka started rambling in his head, ‘I don’t want to wake you up. You sat next to me on the airplane and fell asleep on my shoulder and I don’t want to move you because you look comfortable and you’re hot, but I really need to get up.’

Mari had to stifle more giggles, hearing this internal monologue until they both heard a rather shocking response.

‘Then shut up and let me sleep.’ It was little more than a grumble, but it was clearly not said out loud and it was accompanied by the young man who had been clinging to Luka’s arm pulling away and crossing his arms, a frown marring his sleeping face.

Mari and Luka shared a shocked look, surprise and excitement flashing through their bond and causing the frown to ease into a small, satisfied smirk as the slight bond he now had with Luka also registered the excitement and happiness the two had at finding their third.

“Go, go to the bathroom and we can talk about it when you get back. With the excitement, he might start waking on his own.” Mari insisted, trying not to be too excited since he’d really seemed tired.

***

Damian woke to quiet whispers and strange, swirling emotions that weren’t his. A warm hand shook his shoulder lightly, causing the emotions to intensify. “The plane will be landing shortly.” A light, male voice told him. The slight accent was difficult to place in his still-exhausted state. “You might want to wake up enough to get your things together.”

“All I have is my pack in the overhead bin, and stop touching me.” Damian grunted, rubbing his face. “But thank you for waking me.” He added gently when he felt a slight faltering in how positive the emotions coming from the person beside him. That the feelings of happiness and excitement were coming from this man beside him was something he was certain of, given the change in how much nervousness became clear when he was so rude.

“I… uhh…” There was a giggle from further past the man, and a giddiness bloomed alongside an increase in nervousness. “Mari! Don’t laugh.” The man groaned, and Damian felt movement in the next seat over.

A glance showed a man who seemed to be rather tall, despite how he was slumped into his seat with his hands over his face, ears bright crimson. Past him was a young woman with blue-black hair, her light blue eyes sparkling with mirth as she laughed. “You weren’t so reluctant to be touched when you were asleep.” She commented, prompting another groan from the man between them.

“I beg your pardon?” He asked, stiffening a bit as he watched the girl scroll through her phone. He looked more closely at the man next to him, noting his dyed-blue hair that was showing dark roots that looked somewhere between charcoal black and a different shade of blue-black like the girl.

“Take a look.” She held out her phone, scrolling through a few photos of himself clinging to the man next to him in his sleep.

“My apologies, I must have been very deeply asleep. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable.” Damian found it was his turn to blush as he saw that he had evidently spent most of the flight not only asleep on his neighbor’s shoulder, but clutching the other man’s arm.

“Umm. It wasn’t… The only time I got too uncomfortable was when I had to get up to go to the bathroom an hour after you fell asleep. Other than that, I didn’t mind that much.” The man muttered from behind his hands, his blush growing even deeper.

“Luka, breathe please.” The girl instructed dryly. “I’m Marinette, the tomato is Luka, it’s nice to meet you.” She introduced them cheerfully. “He’s usually a wreck with guys more than girls, you’ll get used to it.”

“Mari!” Luka gasped, removing his hands, his cerulean eyes wide and staring at Marinette, who giggled further. “Don’t make assumptions.”

“I seem to be missing something.” Damian frowned, trying to push back the swirling emotions that were emanating from the two. “What do you mean I’ll get used to it?” He checked his watch and saw that they were still about 45 minutes left of the flight. “I am glad you were not too uncomfortable, but why are you so excited?” He directed the question at Marinette, who tilted her head in return.

“Did you not notice? When Luka got up earlier?” Her voice was amused, but her eyes were not laughing at him, simply observing.

“I was not fully awake, but I believe he was saying something about not wanting to move me, but needing to get up.” Damian’s frown deepened as he struggled to remember his half-asleep response. “I am sorry again, I was rather rude to you, wasn’t I?” He remembered telling the person disturbing him to shut up and crossing his arms, but that was about it.

“You were a little, but I was waking you up.” Luka chuckled a bit, rubbing the back of his neck. “You also didn’t speak out loud.” At this, Damian narrowed his eyes at the two of them.

“Of course I spoke out loud, how else would you know I had been rude about you waking me?”

‘The same way you hear me now.’ Luka’s voice sounded, not in his ears, but in his head as the man didn’t move his mouth when speaking. ‘And we both heard it.’

“We knew there was going to be a third, we got… Little flashes now and then. I might ask about those later. But it was still rather surprising to find you on a plane of all places.” Marinetts smiled gently, all traces of humor replaced with warmth and general happiness.

“Is that why…” Damian trailed off, trying to focus on the strange emotions that were still swirling around in his head to make sense of them. “I don’t understand.”

“Maybe we can start with your name?” Marinette asked gently, and some of the swirling emotions became dampened, more subtle and easier to sort through.

“Damian.” He answered, shaking his head slightly. “You did something just now. It changed. What was that?”

“I chose to send less through the bond.” Marinette responded with a shrug, “We’re from Paris, we got very used to suppressing emotions, even if it isn’t healthy.”

When this was said, the rest of the swirling emotions that had been distracting Damian settled down, and Luka took a deep breath. “Sorry, we haven’t had to do that in a while.” The slightest whisper of embarrassment came through the bond before that too was suppressed, although the blush on Luka’s cheeks showed it was probably from him.

“So I am feeling emotions from the two of you?” Damian asked quietly, clarifying what they seemed to be implying.

“Yes, that’s how a soulmate bond works.” Marinette sounded confused, though the emotions through bond didn’t reflect it very much.

“I have not been told much about them.” Damian didn’t finish the sentence, but thought. ‘Grandfather would not approve, he must not find out.’

“Damian, we can hear it when you think so loudly.” Luka gently informed him. “Until you are able to get a little bit of practice with the bond we’ll hear something like that. If it’s a conscious thought that you would hear as words in your own head? We’ll hear it too if we’re close enough.” He was obviously concerned over what specifically had been thought about, but the look on his face said he wasn’t going to pry.

“I was not aware. Most of my family think rather poorly of the idea of soulmates. They often shun those who do fine theirs. While I no longer live with them, however, they do interrupt my life now and then to be bothersome.” He explained carefully. “My Grandfather is the ‘Head’ of the family.” Damian gave a wry smile and shook his head. “I can explain further once we get to know each other better, I suppose.” He realized as he said this that he actually did want to spend time with them. It must be a side-effect of the bond.

“I’m sorry your family makes it hard.” Marinette was eyeing him in a way that said she was going to bring it up again later. “But it sounds like you’re in a better position now.” Her change in mood and suddenly sunny smile threw him off slightly.

“Yes, I’ve been living with my father for almost 9 years now. While he and the others are nosey about any signs of a soulmate bond, they do so because they want to find out who I might end up with.” He wrinkled his nose, both annoyed and quietly warmed by the fact that they cared. “Perhaps we can exchange phone numbers? I know you said you were from Paris, so I am not sure how long you will be in Gotham.”

“We grew up in Paris, but we aren’t as… Settled now, we travel a lot and we’re taking a bit of a rest in Gotham.” Luka seemed circumspect, and Damian studied them closely. There was something they were hiding, but from the admittedly muted emotions he was feeling, it wasn’t likely to be something sinister. “Gotham has been an on and off home base for us, since my father has a home there and we’re usually traveling with him.” Luka added. “He was planning on spending some time in Paris though, and we wanted to just crash in our own bed instead of at the Grand Paris Hotel where he usually stays when in Paris.”

“I’ve stayed at the Grand Paris, it’s rather nice.” Damian raised an eyebrow. He focused, this time intentionally sharing his thoughts. ‘I know I do not know much about this, but I would like to try.’

There was a jolt of excitement from both sides of the bond and it gave Damian a warm feeling in his chest. They just quietly sat like that for the last little bit of the flight, collecting their respective carry-ons as they stood. “We have a couple bags at the baggage claim if you want to walk with us?” Marinette asked as they departed the plane.

As Damian had predicted, Luka was tall and slender with a quiet grace he hadn’t expected given his ‘rocker’ look. Marinette was short and petite, but she moved with confidence and from the flash of her abs he’d gotten when she reached for her bag, more muscular than her clothing had shown. This was further proven to be true of both his soulmates as they hefted ridiculously large suitcases off the belt and didn’t think to put them down and use the wheels until they shared a look and a glance in his direction.

He simply let them feel how pleasantly surprised he was, and kept walking towards the exit. “If you want, I can input my number into one of your phones and you can each text me later to give me your phone numbers.”

“That works for me.” Luka pulled his phone out and handed it to Damian, smiling quietly. Both of the Parisians seemed to be humming with happiness to Damian.

With Damian’s number swiftly entered into Lukas phone, they promised to text him when they got home. As they were discussing possible plans to meet up, Alfred pulled up to the sidewalk at the airport entrance. “Hello Pennyworth, these are Marinette and Luka, we met on the plane.” Damian informed him, stepping forward and placing his pack in the backseat before turning back to them. “We will have to speak later to finish coordinating, I had planned to be here yesterday, but my original flight was no longer available.”

Marinette and Luka were obviously curious at the way he had worded himself, but didn’t ask out loud or silently. “We’ll text you when we get home, I think Dad had someone park in the short-term parking for us, so when we’re home and possibly after a nap we’ll text you.” Luka’s eyes held a bit of a joke about Damian’s nap on the plane.

“Then we will speak soon.” Damian fought back a blush at Luka’s tease and turned to get in.

“Good to meet you.” Alfred said with a small bow, closing Damian’s door behind him and going around to the driver’s side. “Is it safe to assume that I will be seeing more of the two of you?”

“Probably.” Marinette answered with a giggle.

“Then you may call me Alfred, I hope to get to know you soon.” Alfred’s expression didn’t change, but his voice was warm and sounded just slightly amused.

The Parisians felt rather than heard Damian’s groan at Alfred’s tone and they both smirked, letting him know silently that he had nothing to be embarrassed about. “Likewise.” Marinette answered with a grin.

[nbrook29]

152 for Sobbe, hope you're doing okay 💖💖

45 for Sobbe 💜💜

based on dialogue prompts

152. [text]: So I might be in a hospital right now…

45. “Don’t tempt me.”

💓 💓 💓

“Wow, you’re really useless today.”

Jens flips him off lifting himself gingerly from the pavement and kicking the skateboard in frustration as the boys laugh at his petulant expression.

“Come here then and try it yourself, smartass.”

Robbe raises his hands in surrender. “Hey, I wasn’t the one claiming to be the master of skateboarding! I’m just sitting here patiently waiting for the “master” to teach me his apparently superior skills,” he says cheekily to rile him up, the boys high-fiving him for the burn.

Jens just rolls his eyes and goes back to the bowl, switching to easier tricks for now. Moyo and Aaron join him shortly after realizing that the show’s over while Robbe hangs back for now, stretching his body on the bench contentedly and enjoying the breeze coming from the river doing wonders to his overheated body.

Antwerp has been experiencing a heatwave for the past 2 weeks and as much as Robbe loves summer weather, he’s kinda over being sweaty 24/7. His house doesn’t have air conditioning so the skatepark located next to the river is his favorite retreat in the evenings when the sun goes down. That and the heaven that is Sander’s deliciously cool room, kept at 17 degrees at all times thanks to the recently installed AC. Robbe enjoys it so much that Sander jokingly accused him of being with him only for this particular privilege. When Robbe didn’t deny, too occupied with moving his head left and right to catch the cold drift on his cheeks while standing directly under the device, Sander grabbed him and tickled him into submission until he was satisfied with Robbe’s wheezed out confessions of his undying love.

Good times.

Robbe is deep into thoughts wondering what kind of pizza they should order today and how to convince Sander to let him order one with pineapple on when his phone pings with a messenger notification. 

Sander: So I might be in a hospital right now… 

He sits up so fast he gets dizzy, his vision swimming for a few seconds while his mind is helpfully suggesting to him all the darkest scenarios of what may have happened. He doesn’t waste his time typing back, his hands way too shaky at this point anyway so he just picks Sander’s number and waits impatiently, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth and trying to calm down his beating like crazy heart.

His boyfriend makes him wait for five unbearably long signals and Robbe swears he’s going to kick his ass for that.

...as soon as he makes sure he’s alright, and in one piece, and that everything is just fine.

“Hey.”

It’s just one short word but it makes Robbe breathe again. And maybe he’s overreacting because Sander texted him so obviously he’s well enough but he just can’t help it - Robbe’s heart belongs to him, it beats for him, so any sign he may be hurt just makes it stop or go crazy.

“Sander, what happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he must be looking a bit frantic because the boys take notice and skate closer to him to figure out what’s going on.

“I’d been better but I’m mostly fine. I-, umm, I might have been hit by a car?”

Robbe feels his knees buckle a little and he sits back down, taking in a few shaky breaths. “What?!”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t that bad, I just have some bruises and I’m sore-”

“Oh thank god.”

“-and I think I have a broken leg?”

“Shit, fuck, what? Where are you? Which hospital?”

The guys stand in a circle around him with worried faces.

“At Sint-Elisabeth. Are you gonna come?” his voice sounds so small Robbe’s heart breaks a little.

“Of course, I’m on my way, babe.”

He doesn’t waste much time on explanations, just briefly tells the boys what happened before running to the nearest bus station. It takes him agonizing 30 minutes to get to the right street and then another 5 to finally set his foot in the hospital building. A nurse directs him to the ER once he explains the situation and then he’s in a room full of just brought in there patients. Each bed is separated with a screen and he finds Sander on the bed number 3.

His green eyes immediately find his and he smiles at him with relief. “Hey.”

Robbe looks all over his body to check for damage, takes in the small cut above his eyebrow, the bleached hair that is in total disarray, the t-shirt torn on his shoulder with edges stained with what looks like dried blood, the scrape on his forearm, and of course, the broken leg, covered with cast from foot to middle thigh.

He feels nauseous when he takes all that in, swallowing hard to calm down his stomach and not throw up all over the floor. Closing quickly the distance between them he drops into his arms, trying to me mindful of all his injuries. 

“Shh, I’m okay,” Sander runs his hand back and forth on his back when he notices his unsteady breathing, whispering assurances in his ear. Once Robbe gets in under control, he presses a few kisses on his neck and then disentangles himself from his arms, resting his forehead on Sander’s. The boy hisses when Robbe accidently touches the cut above his eyebrow, smiling a little when Robbe apologizes profusely and kisses him to shut him up.

“So what happened?” Robbe asks, sitting appropriately on the bed and entwining their fingers because he just needs to feel him right now. Sander doesn’t comment on the way he basically clings to him, and Robbe knows he would be the same if the situation was reversed.

“I was walking through the crosswalk and the guy didn’t notice me soon enough. But he hadn’t been driving fast in the first place so I think that saved my ass.”

“Do you have a concussion? Is there anything wrong besides your leg?”

“No, I’m fine, they did the scan and it’s all clear.”

The corners of Robbe’s mouth twitch a little and normally he would make a joke but he’s not really in the mood to joke right now.

“Yes, okay, go on, I know what I said, “it’s all clear” meaning my head is a void with no brain,” Sander chuckles but when he sees the sad puppy eyes Robbe is giving him right now he gets serious and sighs. “I’m okay. Really. Just sore. And to be honest, glad it’s not my right hand that’s broken. Can you imagine?”

“I can imagine worse than that actually, you could’ve...”

Sander tsks and shakes his head. “We’re not gonna do that, okay?”

When Robbe doesn’t say anything and just sits there with his eyes downcast and playing with Sander’s fingers, he tips his chin with his left hand. 

“Okay?”

He finally nods, unconvinced, his treacherous mind full with what ifs. The whole situation is making him feel vulnerable and he just can’t shake it off like that. And he knows Sander is trying to make him feel better, that he’s alive and breathing next to him but he needs the closeness now more than ever. So he toes off his shoes and not paying attention to anyone that may look at them lies down next to Sander on his uninjured arm curling himself around his side and burrows his face in the crook of his neck. 

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” he mumbles while Sander pets his hair, the touch grounding him and providing much needed comfort. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Robin, shh, it’s okay, hey, it’s okay.”

He nods against his neck and works on calming himself down. 

“Did you call your parents?” he asks after a minute.

“My mum is here, she went for coffee and to bring me some snacks. She should be back any minute now so she can drive you home.”

“You’re staying here?”

“Yeah, they want to keep me overnight. It’s a normal procedure though, so don’t worry.”

Robbe nods again and gives him a gentle squeeze. 

“Oh hello darling.”

The voice of Sander’s mum makes him flush in embarrassment because he’s still glued to her injured son. He scrambles off the bed and straightens out his clothes making Sander chuckle but the woman only smiles at him and doesn’t comment at his state. She cups Sander’s cheek and asks him how he feels before turning to Robbe who still holds his hand.

“So, has he already told you I told him off because I had warned him once it’s going to happen?” 

Robbe looks at her confused while Sander rolls his eyes behind her back.

“Yeah, I told him someone is gonna hit him with their car if he doesn’t wear something reflective on his dark clothes! But did he listen to me? No, of course not!” she shakes her head at Sander with disapproval, hands on her hips, ignoring his groans.

“Oh my god mom-”

“Don’t “mom” me, I’m not in the mood, my precious baby boy is hurt and I’m upset.”

Sander rarely blushes but when he does, Robbe feels an immense amount of satisfaction because usually he’s the one going on red in the face thanks to Sander himself. And Sander’s mom referring to him this way in Robbe’s presence never fails to make his cheeks pink in embarrassment. It does lift Robbe’s mood a little and he grins at him cheekily over her shoulder, Sander’s blush deepening even more.

“I actually fully agree with your mom.”

“What, you’re gonna stick reflective strips all over my wardrobe now?”

“Don’t tempt me. I’m actually seriously considering it. Ugh, you and your abundance of black clothes.”

Sander’s mom is very pleased with Robbe's support and she gives her son a triumphant smile.

“See? Listen to your boyfriend, baby. Also, I think you’ve just been outvoted.”

Sander looks at them bemused, a pout forming on his lips so Robbe leans down and catches them in a short kiss, still conscious of Sander’s mom standing right next to them.

It’s getting late so they need to go while Sander is transported to a different room for the night. He gets painkillers for the ache in his broken leg and it quickly makes him sleepy, his eyes fighting to stay open when they say goodbye. It’s difficult for Robbe to leave him out of his sight but he doesn’t really have a choice so he waits until Sander’s mom says her goodbyes, telling him she’s going to wait for him in the car before he kisses the life out of him, the boy falling asleep minutes later. He places the last kiss on his forehead as he watches Sander breath in and out evenly, his face scrunching a little in his sleep at the touch.

Then he quietly closes the door to his room, already preparing himself for the night full of nightmares.

[srbachchan]

DAY 4561

Jalsa, Mumbai                      Aug 28,  2020                  Fri 11:20 PM

Birthday Ef - Lilly D' Penha .. Saturday, August 29 .. birthday greetings and love from us all .. Lily does not have access to the Blog so can some kind Ef post this on Twitter so she can know that here birthday was remembered ..🙏

Various social media platforms and communication centres around the modern globe do teach us .. when attending to one , finish that before moving on to the next one .. the tendency to shift the eyes and therefore the cerebrum, from one to the other is so habitual, one never does justice to either ..

राह पकड़ तू एक चला चल , पा जाएगा मधुशाला  ... catch but one path and keep moving and ye shall find  the madhushala the destination ..

.. and the reading of a post was an interesting observation by the Author :

“There is a good reason for every part of the human body, apart from ears. It is a fallacy to believe that they are required for hearing, for the audio mechanism begins through the hole on the side of the lower head; the ear is only a kind of mushroom umbrella. The Almighty could have dispensed with the umbrella, and kept the earhole, perhaps with a discreet half-inch skin flap.  

The only practical use of an ear is for jewellery, which is adornment, or for schoolchild punishment and regret depending on whether your ears get twisted or pulled. But Providence thinks ahead. That is the miracle. Without ears we could not have worn masks.” ~ 

.. many management gurus , living operational and gone , have ever policy ed , the label of delegation of work to reduce the pressure and stress on one individual ; in most cases the owner themselves .. however, in these past months of the pandemic the factor imbibed is that nothing beats the personal intervention and monitoring .. read somewhere that a certain Mr Ford, knew the workers in his factories by their first name .. and I have said this before .. in the days at Boys High School in Allahabad , and our indoctrination to the  Boys Scouts chapter, we had the Head of the movement from Australia visit us and he had the great memory and habit of writing down the number of each autograph he signed .. 

.. but the control over those seeking the signing was a lot disciplined and in control due to the space and time available .. in these our celebrity times from all walks of life , the barrage of autograph seekers and now selfie seekers, requires an army of security to bring in some semblance of order .. possible at times, and not in others .. the end of the recording of an episode on KBC has ever prompted me to  venture out to the seated audience and give each of them the opportunity to click a picture with me .. with the 200 odd audience it is a task .. but I feel they are ones that are equally responsible for the success of the show .. many just come to see the game , meet the anchor and get a picture or an autograph or selfie .. the photographs have been found a way .. I slide along the entire circumference of the floor so that none of the audience is left out .. but the demand for the autograph is not done then .. they are asked to give in their books an designing material to the Floor managers , who then collect all the and bring it to me in the Vanity and after I have changed and washed up, sit and sign each one .. and I do hope that it gives some satisfaction to the viewer audience .. 

.. there was a routine dictated in the days in Hospital for the recent CoViD tenure .. building up the lungs they said .. build its power and strength .. have it in a strength to fight and demolish the virus that seeks the human lungs as its new found home .. 

.. holding the breath for 45 secs was the minimum requirement .. 😁😁😁 I used to battle the clock above my bed to beyond 70 secs and make effort to beat it each day .. went up to 75 secs .. the medical staff seemed to like it .. 

.. then the NeoBreather, or the spirometer .. blow into this vehicle containing the 3 coloured balls, and pull them up to the top, holding for the count of 5, releasing and repeating it 10 times .. then reverse the vehicle and BLOW into it to get the three coloured balls up .. tough one .. could only do the red and yellow ..the green one stayed put and gave a gentle quiver .. 😁😁 .. but that was sufficient they said ..

.. and the sleeping position in bed .. try to give equal time on each side .. right cheek, left cheek and on the stomach as you lie down .. this they said builds the lungs .. 😫

.. o dear with my deviated septum on my right side of the nose - boxing blows, and a miss timed kick of a steel lined boot on the nose during an action sequence .. not naming the artist that did it .. , did me in, I was capable of only sleeping on my right cheek, leaving the left nostril free to breathe .. BUT .. the Lord be praised , there is this easy breather tape that you stick to the middle of the  nose which opens up the nostril and .. viola, vola or whatever the badummbaa equivalent it be  .. now the left side sleeping has begun .. as has the stomach posture .. though that is still a problem - with the number of surgeries on the stomach I have had, the pain when lying on it is an issue .. a major issue !! 

.. why the heck is this personal stuff coming through .. sorry sorry sorry .. 

STOP ..

Good night .. shubh ratri shubh ratri shubh ratri ..

Amitabh Bachchan 

[idreamtofthereaper]

Do Not Disturb

warnings: mafia themes, mature content

Mark Ver (Kinda)

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It only took one more kick from Haechan’s expensive, customize boot for the poor guy’s blood to be spat out from the guy’s mouth. Not long after, the poor guy finally gave in and started to groan in pain, the tough and unbreakable character now gone.

Haechan crouched down in front of the guy, mocking his pain by copying his face and even patting his head not so gently. Because of this, the guy coughed up blood, which then landed on Haechan’s suit.

Damn it, this is yn just me got this.

Immediately, one of Haechan’s men went towards him and handed his boss some wipes, Haechan taking it from him and wiped down the blood as to not let the stain linger enough and have problems in the future.

Haechan handed the wipes back to his men, his eyes not leaving the guy as he now wore a smirk. “You know that I don’t mind killing you, I still have your other men downstairs. And if none of you will talk, dispatching you is not going to be a problem.” The guy nodded, blood dripping down his mouth.

Still, Haechan grab his face and made the guy look at him. “I have all the time, do you understand me?” The guy only nodded, but then Haechan tightened his grip, prompting the guy to yell out a merciful ‘Yes’

In reality, Haechan doesn’t have all the time in the world. He needs to be back within 45 minutes, he promised you he wouldn’t be late this time around. Just 2 days ago, he missed your dog’s birthday which lead him sleeping at the couch- you just forgave him and that was the worst 2 days of his entire life.

Haechan stood up, stretching up a little. “Now, will you tell me again who is your informant-”

Just as Haechan was about to finish his question, a phone ringing interrupted him. Lookin around to his very few men, he rose an eyebrow. “Didn’t I said before this, that every time we’re in session, no disturbances of any kind is allowed?” The men looked around them a little worriedly, before one of his men came forward, the same man who handed him some wipes. 

“It’s yn. Should I hang up-” Though he wanted to grab it in a heartbeat, Haechan took his phone from the man and answered the call, turning away from the ones in the room and took a few steps away.

“Hey baby, everything alright?” Haechan asked, voice toned down a little but there’s still an edge on it, as if he was teasing instead of actually caring. 

“Hyuckie where are you? I’m sleepy.” Without you even saying it, Haechan already knows that you were definitely ready to sleep. Your voice isn’t as cheerful and it seems like all life was drained from you.

His face softened, though it didn’t bother him as he was facing away his audience. “I’m almost done here baby, I promise.”

“Are you mad at me? I don’t like your tone.” Haechan could imagine you pouting at this.

“What? No, no.” Haechan said in a hurry, looking over his shoulder and winced, he wanted to swap places with THAT GUY right now.

He look away again and placed a hand on his hips before taking in a deep breath. From his cold and menacing tone, the room was filled with Haechan’s voice talking in a higher pitch along with him acting like a child. “I’m not mad at my baby, no no. My baby is the most precious being in the world. I swear I’m about to be there in a few minutes, I love you!” He followed this one up with kisses.

His heart eased up after hearing your giggle. “Okay hyuckie, I’ll wait for you by the couch.” 

“Okay, bye baby.” After hearing your response, and as usual of you turning the call down first, he put his phone back in his pocket but now, the guy on the floor was laughing at him.

“Maybe you don’t have all the time in the world after all?”

“Yeah, like you. I hope you like being hanged upside down.” Haechan said, the guards after stifling their laughter, got his signal and begin dragging the guy whose face now went back in distress as he tried fighting them off.

Haechan then signaled to his right hand man, the guy walking towards his boss with an amused grin on his face. “When I come back tomorrow, I want to know everything about who the informant is. From what they eat in breakfast, to their first grade teacher. I need to go home.” The man just nodded at the instructions, still amused from the stunt earlier. All the while, Haechan was already texting his driver.

“I got you, but I did warn you about babying yn.”

“Oh shut up, at least I would always have better suits than you.”

--

This idea has been lingering around me for a while. I do not regret it and I love it. I will make a reversed version with this as well, but this time around I’ll make it about mark.

[omniswords]

Hi! I LOVE your Felinette fake not-dating story! Would you be able to do number 42 or 45 for the kiss ask for them? It doesn’t have to be in the fake not-dating au, I just love how you write Felinette in general!

42. Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

45. Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.

leave me a pairing and a number and i’ll write you a kiss! [CLOSED FOR NOW]

read more of the Fake Not-Dating AU!

hey uhhhhh as the prompts might suggest, there is some Implied Content in this request. nothing at all explicit, but i think it’s important to know The Vibes™️ before you jump in! 💥🔥

This is going to take forever, and it’s purely and entirely because Marinette Dupain-Cheng doesn’t know how to take a breath or be anything short of perfect.

Normally, Félix doesn’t mind it; her dedication is one of the things he admires most about her, and one of the few things he’ll admit admiring to others. But that’s when they both have things to do or worry about, or when they decide to go out somewhere or on some occasion she’s deemed particularly fancy.

Now certainly isn’t one of those times or places. They’re merely sitting in his hotel room, with the television turned on to something of little consequence. And she’s over on the ledge looking out at the city, and she’s drawing again. Just as she almost always is, because apparently she doesn’t know how not to work. Whether she wants to commit Paris to paper or think of some new clothing line idea is beyond him. But she does look beautiful doing it. She does look beautiful doing most things.

Well. If she can go around distracting him, then he can do the same. How many times has the reverse happened, when he was poring over some dull email or textbook and she made it a point to tug at his clothes and coax him to bed? How many times has she… well, for lack of a better word, seduced him so?

And besides, when was the last time they’d gotten up to anything? The fact that he can’t remember is an issue in and of itself.

Félix snaps his book shut—he’s been reading the same page for the last hour, anyway—and tosses it aside, shuffling to where she sits. He has to admit, it is a lovely view from up here, where they can feel like royalty or little gods. Where what they do with one another, to one another, feels holy. His hand slides to her waist, and still he keeps his eyes on the cityscape as his lips meet her cheek, and then her jaw.

Marinette draws a sharp breath in through her teeth—just the sweet little reaction he’s looking for. “Félix,” she murmurs, cracked though it sounds; has she been thinking of him? Quietly wanting him back? “I’m working…”

“I know,” he whispers back. Takes care to give her waist a squeeze and nip at the shell of her ear. “So am I.”

“Thought you were reading.” She shifts in her seat—is that squirming?—and her shoulders relax as she pauses to stretch her wrists. She doesn’t swat him away when his hands trail to cover hers. “Thought you didn’t want to be disturbed.”

“Certainly not.” He hums against the line of her jaw, just under where it meets her ear. He’ll never get over just how she gasps wherever he kisses her there. How she’ll all but quietly melt for his touch. “So how do you account for disturbing me, then?”

“How could I have possibly disturbed you?” Marinette bites her lip; Félix catches it out of the corner of his eye and tries not to delight too much. “I didn’t even talk to you. I was just sitting… here…”

There’s that other sound he likes so much: the wobble in her voice when he’s got the edge. When he’s toeing the line of something they both quietly, desperately need, and testing just how thin their patience can wear. “You seemed stressed,” are the innocent words that spill from his mouth and buzz against her skin. “can you fault me for being disturbed when my love is unwell?”

His palms slide up and down her back now—there are knots there simply aching to be worked out—and as he moves toward her front again she catches his hands in hers. “You,” she says, still watching the city with those gorgeous, half-lidded eyes, “seem thirsty.” She sighs, more like she’s reminiscing instead of needing. “Remember when you used to be a grandpa in a young adult’s body?” she teases under her breath. “When you wouldn’t be caught dead even looking at me for more than three seconds, and now you want to pin me to the nearest flat surface and— “

“Can’t I kiss you?” He wrestles his hands from hers, covers them, squeezes them. How can he resent a comment like that when the gratification of her goosebumps far outweighs it? “Won’t you let me?”

The sketchbook is starting to slip from her lap, but neither of them makes any move to rescue it. Marinette, sweet thing, is still biting her lip, and when he moves to her neck she shudders so softly it makes his insides churn. “Félix,” she says again. A prayer instead of a warning.

“Do you want to?” he asks, little more than a breath against her ear, as his hands flex. The Darcy, she’s come to call it, ever since they watched the movie together. Something about the wanting and the holding back duking it out in plain sight. “Tell me to stop, and I will. I swear it.”

The pause is enough of a “no” for him— a lingering sore jaw has taught him to accept nothing less than an enthusiastic “yes.” But it’s as he’s withdrawing, hot in the face and his teeth in his lip, that Marinette chases after him and yanks him into a staggering kiss. It’s fierce, and heated, and they stumble into the wall in the process while her sketchbook tumbles away. But it’s worth it for the way she whimpers into his mouth. And it’s worth it for every part of her she lets him put his hands on. And it’s worth it for how she tugs him along, tripping over the armchair, the nightstand, the foot of the hotel bed. “What happened to you?” she asks, tangling her fingers in his hair and whispering that yes, yes once his mouth meets her neck again. “What’s gotten into you?”

“You did,” he murmurs back with a trail of kisses and a nip of his teeth. “Although, technically speaking, it was really the other way around, wasn’t it?”

“Félix—”

“That is my name,” he murmurs, nudging her to sit, to look up at him with those doe eyes and red cheeks and swollen lips. “I’d be happy to be responsible for your saying it more often. Like that, or any way you prefer.”

He doesn’t have to say it for her to know it. That she’s the one with all the control, all the sway over him. That for all his airs and snappy comebacks, his voice is mere steps away from a broken, half-greedy, I’ll do anything. Even when she’s the one looking more flustered and ruffled and flushed. He knows she knows it, because it’s all in the sparks in her eyes. How she’s all but forgotten the cityscape, and the sketchbook, and the drone of the movie.

“If you think I’m so stressed,” Marinette says, leaning back on her hands, “then why don’t you do something about it?”

Félix, saint that he is, only smiles, and he sinks to his knees.

[madlittlecriminal]

Chemistry › Bruce Wayne × Scientist!Female!Reader

Request: yes! from ⚡️ anon- Hi! Can I please request 30, 33, 45, 50 from Prompt List 4 for Bruce Wayne x Fem Scientist Reader where reader is newly working with Lucius Fox and while working at the lab for a few months now, she see bruce go in and out asking for top secret projects (for batman) from Fox. He notices reader but thinks that she deserves better. Meanwhile, reader was inspired by Bruce’s father to help others so she pursued science and was ecstatic about working for wayne enterprises. So reader thinks that “playboy” bruce is just a f*ckboy UNTIL she slowly figures out that he’s Batman and that she was wrong about his character. Kinda like an enemies to lovers type thing 😂 Sorry if this is too detailed, your prompt list just inspired this ask! Thank you ⚡️

prompt 30: “You’re late.”

prompt 33: “I just wanted you to know that I care about you.”

prompt 45: “Science, eh?”

prompt 50: “I don’t want anyone else unless it’s you.”

Warnings: little bit of angst, sort of enemies to lovers but not really, curse words

-this is one of the longest requests i got, so bare with me if it’s GARBAGE. requests, prompts, headcanons & one shots as well as requested 2 parts, are open for ALL characters-

from my fourth prompt list

“You’re late!” Lucius calls out to Bruce as he rushes into the lab. “I know! Traffic was crazy.” Lucius raises an eyebrow and leans in. “You sure it wasn’t because you were dreaming about her?” Bruce’s cheeks became pink as he looked over at you, working on a new reverse serum for anyone who was still affected by Scarecrow’s fear gas. You’ve been working there for months, but always gave Bruce the cold shoulder, but he never knew why. “Why doesn’t talk to me?” Lucius chuckled. “I don’t know. I don’t ask my people about their relationship with you. For all I know you had a relationship with some of them!”

Bruce had a sour look on his face. “You know they aren’t my type!” Lucius crosses his arms. “What? The brains, the science of the looks?” Bruce shrugs. The science; you know scientists aren’t my thing.” Lucius looks over at you before looking back at Bruce. “Yeah, because she isn’t a scientist, right?” He shrugs again. “She’s different though!” Lucius raises an eyebrow. “Tell me how different she is because right now, you like her. I find it surprising because I thought you two were enemies.” Bruce blushes. “We’re not enemies. She just pushes me away...” Lucius chuckles.

“Well, she has her reasons.” Bruce tilts his head to the side. “What reasons?” Lucius sighs. “So, you want me to make your boots bulletproof?” He shook his head. “What reasons, Lucius?” Lucius shrugged. “It’s better if she tells you than you hearing it from me. Just try to strike a conversation with her.” Bruce nods before making his way out of Lucius’s office and walking towards you. “Science, eh?” You huff. “What do you want, mister Wayne?” He fakes a shock expression along with an exaggerated gasp. “Why do you think I want something? I just want to have a conversation.” You roll your eyes. “No, you want something. When you try to talk to women, you usually want something, so what is it?” He raises an eyebrow. “What?”

“The term your rich people call you is a playboy, correct? Well, I didn’t grow up rich, so, we have another term for men who sleep around as they please without a care in the world.” He chuckles. “And what’s that, darling?” You glare at him before smiling. “Excuse my languages but we call you a fuck boy. I don’t associate with your kind. Please, let me finish my work. Thank you.” This time, his shock was nothing but real.

———

Another month passes by and Bruce is still trying to get you to warm up to him. You’re not gonna lie, he did make you chuckle a few times, but laugh? Only once has he heard that beautiful sound escape your lips. Slowly, but surely, you started to figure out he was the Batman, and for some reason, it made your heart feel heavy. Why was it happening? You DESPERATELY wanted to know. “Mister Fox, I have a question for you.” You said as you played with the hem of your lab coat. “(Y/N), I already told you, call me Lucius. However, what’s the question?”

You took a deep breath. “Why would someone’s heart feel heavy after realizing something?” A confused expression makes its way to his face. “What?” You shrug. “I realized Bruce Wayne is the Batman, but when I did, my heart kinda felt heavy. I don’t know why.” He smiled. “You care about him, don’t you?” You sigh. “I don’t like him though!” He chuckles. “(Y/N), he’s been spending so much time with you, it’s only natural.” A knock was heard on his door and you looked behind you. Your (E/C) eyes met his hazel ones and your heart raced.

What the hell was going on?! “I’ll go. Thanks Lucius.” He nods and Bruce’s heart sped up liked crazy as you walked past him, out of the office. Your scent wasn’t strong like most women who tried to get his attention, but it was subtle and he liked that. “You might want to talk to her.” Lucius spoke up as he picked up a file for the company. Bruce nods before heading over to you. “Hey!” You look back and your breathing hitched. “What’s wrong?” You shook your head. “Nothing, I swear.” He raised an eyebrow. “(Y/N)?” You huff out a breath and looked at the ground.

“I know you’re the Batman, mister Wayne.” He heart dropped. You weren’t supposed to find out, but then again, he wasn’t surprised because you’re really intelligent and you notice the little things. “I also know how dangerous it is to be him in this city.” He nods. “And?” You bite your lip for a brief moment which caused Bruce’s mind to go insane. “I just wanted you to know that I care about you.” He lifts your chin up and you sigh. “That means a lot to me.” You move away from him and shake your head. “I can’t though! You’re not my type!”

He made his way over to you. “Why? Because I’m a playboy or a fuck boy?” You nod slowly and he sucks his teeth. “I’m not like that!” You scoff. “Yes you are! You’ll always be.” He takes hold of your wrists softly and sighs. “I’m not like that because if I want something to myself, for myself and for a while, I would do anything to have them.” You tilt your head to the side. “What are you talking about?” He removes one of his hands from your wrist and brings it to your cheek. “I don’t want anyone else unless it’s you.”

“Why?” He runs his thumb up and down your cheek and smiles. “Since I first saw you, I wanted you. I’ve literally became a changed man and it’s all because of you.” You bite your lip to prevent a smile and he slowly removes your bottom lip from between your teeth with his thumb. “You can’t be serious.” He smiles. “But I am. Give me just one chance.” You sigh. “One. That’s it.” His face lightens up and he hugs you. “Thank you!” You chuckle. “I do things differently though.” He breaks the hug and looks at you in confusion. “What?” You pull his tie and kiss his lips which he gladly returns.

After your small kiss you wrap your arms around his neck and nod. “Yeah, you’re mine, mister Wayne.” You both laugh and he rubs his nose against yours. “Thank you, for giving me a chance.” You fix a strand of his hair before grinning. “You’re welcome Dark Knight.”

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RJ + "this person wont take no for an answer, will you pretend to be my bf to get her to leave me alone? wait you're actually super cute and awesome and I dont want to stop talking to you?"

Hi anon! Thank you for this prompt ❤️ I’ve changed it up a little but I hope you still like it. 

***

Ricky doesn’t love parties. The dim lights and loud music are fun enough, but he usually ends up with a feeling of suffocation heaving down on his chest, and if he stands in the middle of the crowd for too long he starts thinking about how none of this is real, life is nothing but a series of well-crafted lies humans tell each other to pass the time before the remember they have to die, and he’s surrounded by people, yes, but he’s alone and lonely and he’s probably had too much to drink anyway.

And that’s why he’s retreated in a quiet corner near the audio system in Ashlyn’s basement, scrolling through the phone that’s connected to the speakers and occasionally sneaking in one or two songs he likes. He’s nursing a beer and debating whether Do I wanna know by Arctic Monkeys would be acceptable after the remix of Justin Bieber’s last single, when his phone buzzes in the pocket of his shorts and he fishes it out, squinting at the screen that’s a little too bright. He reads the message twice, because the first times he thinks he’s hallucinating. 

From EJ Caswell: Bowen (11:43 PM) From EJ Caswell: I need your help (11:43 PM)

Ricky instinctively looks around the room, bewildered: it doesn’t take long to find EJ near the drinks table, cornered by a pretty blonde girl he vaguely recognizes from a History class. EJ’s got his phone in his hand and he can’t help but notice that despite the charming smile he’s plastered on his face, his eyes look like those of a trapped animal.

To EJ Caswell: Why?? (11:44 PM) From EJ Caswell: She won’t leave me alone (11:45 PM) From EJ Caswell: I have tried everything (11:45 PM) From EJ Caswell: Even texting in front of her doesn’t bother her (11:46 PM) To EJ Caswell: Ok…? (11:47 PM)

Ricky’s not sure what to make of this situation. He knows EJ isn’t as much of a player as people like to paint him, but still, the girl (Ginevra? Juliet? Georgie? Ricky has no clue) looks pretty cute and, from what he can grasp, extremely into EJ. Probably it’s the shirt he’s wearing tonight, with sleeves rolled up to his elbows that highlight every jolt of the toned muscles in his forearms. 

Ricky’s phone buzzes again and he almost spits the sip of beer he’d just taken.

From EJ Caswell: Come over here and pretend you’re my boyfriend (11:48 PM) To EJ Caswell: What?? (11:48 PM) To EJ Caswell: No! (11:48 PM) From EJ Caswell: Please, Ricky (11:49 PM) From EJ Caswell: I can’t stand her (11:49 PM) To EJ Caswell: Tell her that then! (11:49 PM) From EJ Caswell: That would be rude (11:49 PM) From EJ Caswell: I don’t want her to think I’m rude (11:49 PM) To EJ Caswell: Jesus, EJ (11:50 PM) From EJ Caswell: So are you coming? (11:50 PM) To EJ Caswell: NO! (11:50 PM) From EJ Caswell: Come onnnnn (11:50 PM) To EJ Caswell: I can’t pretend to be your boyfriend! (11:51 PM) From EJ Caswell: You can pretend to be a candelabra with the power of speech who lives in a magic castle every other day but you can’t pretend to be my boyfriend? (11:52 PM) From EJ Caswell: Your acting skills must be pretty fucked up (11:52 PM)

Ricky tries not to smile at the last two texts, he does. But he fails, and finds himself with a stupid grin and a warm, tight knot in his stomach. He downs what’s left of his beer and jumps on his feet before he can second guess it.

The heat in his stomach intensifies when he approaches EJ and he looks up at him with such relief that Ricky feels like he’s the last parking spot in the shade on a scorching summer day.

“Hey babe!” Ricky exclaims, slinging an arm around EJ’s neck “Here you are!” 

“Hey.” EJ bats his eyes and they stare at each other. Ricky realizes he has absolutely no plan, so he turns to Blondie.

“Hi,” he says with a smile that shows his teeth “I’m his boyfriend.” 

EJ’s body shakes a little and Ricky racks his brain to find something for his arms to do. He tries to remember what he would have done with Nini and lets the arm on EJ’s shoulders drop, wrapping it around his waist instead. It’s toned and solid and nothing like Nini’s.

“Oh,” the girl looks thunderstruck. “I didn’t know…” 

“Yeah, we try not to make a show,” Ricky rants, and he’s pretty sure EJ’s constipated face means he’s trying not to laugh. “You know, it’d be a little weird for the musical if word got round that Beast and Lumiere are dating.”

“Oh, sure,” the girl nods, but Ricky’s sure she’d rather incinerate him on the spot. It makes him feel powerful and evil, like a Disney villain. Maybe that’s also what possesses him to turn to EJ and smack a kiss on his cheek. His skin is smooth and smells like expensive aftershave, and it’s inebriating. 

Mystery Blonde takes her cue and dismisses herself; Ricky mourns a little when he lets his arm fall from EJ’s waist.

“So much for not wanting to pretend, eh?” EJ teases, but his smile is soft and genuine. 

“I don’t want to hear another word against my acting skills.” Ricky replies, and doesn’t ask himself how much of that was acting. 

“If roles had been reversed, I would have gotten rid of her in half the time it took you.” EJ says, and his eyes definitely linger somewhere between Ricky’s nose and chin.

“If the roles had been reversed, I would have let her down easy by myself,” Ricky raises his eyebrows “And I believe the word you’re looking for here is thank you.”

EJ pretends to think it over. 

“I’ll get you a drink to repay you,” he offers, moving over to the table and quickly mixing up what tastes like a vodka lemon with way too much vodka. Ricky coughs. 

“A free drink at your cousin’s house,” he sputters. “You’re really going out of your way to woo me, Caswell.”

“Are you saying I’m being a bad boyfriend?” EJ sounds way more indignant than he should, and maybe it’s the vodka erasing any sign of common sense Ricky might have had, but he snickers.

“I’m about to break up with you.” He says, munching on the straw of his drink. Once again, EJ’s eyes follow the motion of his lips a little too closely.

“I can’t accept that.” EJ fishes out his phone once again and taps quickly. “There. Reservation for two, tomorrow night, at Salt Lake’s fanciest Chipotle.”

Ricky laughs so hard he ends up resting his head on EJ’s shoulder. 

“I love Mexican food.” He says. 

“Great,” EJ winks exaggeratedly “Then it’s a date.”

***

Thank you for reading! If you want to send a prompt, here’s more info on what I like to write. I got loads of prompts already and I love them! I’ll get around to writing them all, no worries ☺️

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random prompts:

- person A w/ person B who is famous, A reading a fanfic ab B when B's character does sumn meam/stupid, A going "that was a dick move" B getting concerned

The snow coated the ground like powdered sugar

The temperature dropping significantly, making me wish I followed his advice and put on another jacket

The snow crunching under my feet reminding me I hadn't had breakfast that morning

-I'm a local and you seem like you're lost and hey you're cute even more motivation (or reversed)

-Turkey Hill visit @ 2am

-Early morning tickles

-Tea/Hot chocolate/Coffee on a cold, snowy morning

it was one of those evenings where the conversation took more tangents than a rushed english essay

with an air of nonchalance

1. “Don’t you dare.”

2. “Get under the covers.”

3. “You look cold.”

4. “Run.”

5. “Party time.”

6. “Stop being so crabby.”

7. “What is that thing?”

8. “Oh my god!”

9. “Cover that up!”

10. “I can never unsee that.”

11. “I like that.”

12. “Are you high?”

13. “That doesn’t mean jack squat.”

14. “That’s it. We’re cursed.”

15. “Go on. Tell me.”

16. “You walked away, not me.”

17. “I need to leave.”

18. “You need to leave. Right now.”

19. “You left me there.”

20. “I’m fucking stuck!”

21. “Don’t laugh. Do. Not. Laugh. This is not funny.”

22. “Delete that. Now.”

23. “Game’s over.”

24. “It’s not coming off!”

25. “You spilt that everywhere. Who has to pick that up? Me.”

26. “I left it all for you!”

27. “I left my life behind all for you!”

28. “I love you, you asshole.”

29. “Y-you love me?”

30. “Well, there is a first for everything.”

31. “Please don’t leave me.

32. “I don’t want to go.”

33. “She was crying, right in the middle of the gas station.”

34.“Blood. Blood everywhere.”

35. “What is that?”

36. “That’s so gross.”

37. “Give me ten bucks, I’ll explain later.”

38. “And BOOM! There they were.”

39. “They just popped out!”

40. “I thought I was alone!”

41. “That was an accident…”

42. “I swear it was like that when I found it!”

43. “I swear to god if you touch me…”

44. “Not me.”

45. “We are leaving. Now.”

46. “That isn’t appropiate.”

47. “D-don’t do that with your lips.”

48. “That’s distracting.”

49. “Eww, don’t do that!”

50. “My eyes are covered.”

51. “Hold my hand, bitch.”

52. “You little shit!”

53. “Is that my food?! You ate my food?!”

54. “Sit down.”

55. “Listen up.”

56. “That is not your problem.”

57. “You have no idea what I do for you.”

58. “Walk away! Do it!”

59. “If you step out that door I am never taking you back!”

60. “Oh, do that again.”

61. “Oh yes.”

62.  "Don’t force me.“

63. “Is that sass I hear?”

64. “Don’t touch me.”

65. “Baby, come back.”

66. “But I love you!”

67. “But I hate you!”

68. “Suck my nonexistent dick!”

69. “Ooh, that’s gotta hurt.”

70. “Look, a distraction!”

•“Are you asleep?” “Not anymore.”        

•“What if I don’t get better? What if I am broken?”        

•“That is going to leave a really nasty scar.”          

•“Nothing could go wrong, you said. Well guess what? Everything has gone wrong!”

•“Quick, I think the baby is coming!”

•“You made me breakfast in bed? What did you do this time?”

•“I trusted you.”        

•“I don’t… I don’t feel good.”            

•“Come any closer and I will hit you with this book. I swear to God!”

•“Where did you put your blankie this time.”

•“Can you check for monsters under the bed?”

•“You broke my heart.”        

•“Hey, are you alright?”

•“Do I look alright to you?”  

•“That best not be the last of the milk… Oh you bastard.”          

•“One little shoe. Two little shoes. All ready to go out.”

•“I’ll handle this.”

•“Stay behind me.”

•“If you hurt them…”

•“Get away from them!”

•“Don’t come any closer!”

•“I’m with you to the end.”

•“I’ll carry you if I have to!”

•“They don’t deserve you.”

•“I’ll always be here for you.”

•“Tell me who did this to you.”

•“I just want to keep you safe.”

•“Get your hands off my ____.”

•“I won’t let them near you again.”

•“I’ll do anything for you. Anything.”

•“You’re safe with me, I’ll protect you.”

•“Don’t you touch a hair on their head!”

•“You touch them again and I’ll kill you!”

•“You don’t have to be scared anymore.”

•“They thought they could get away with this?”

•“It’s over. They’re not going to hurt you again.”

• “Tell me or I’ll rip it from your mind.”

• “No. Smiling this early in the morning is unnatural and disgusting.”

• “I didn’t understand the warmth of you until I couldn’t have it.”

• “Don’t get all sappy with me. You know I can’t let a girl cry on her own.”

• “You’re a massive fucking douche, you know that?”

• “This pathetic little self-pity part you got going on isn’t going to keep me away.”

• “You aren’t the only one with scars, you know.”

• “I had given up, but you came into my life and I brought myself back.”

• “I thought that nothing could harm me when I was by your side, but I was wrong.”

• “I just want to scream.”

• “I’m falling apart.”

• “I feel like there’s no one to save me.”

• “I guess I got used to you numbing all the pain.”

• “I let my guard down for you, only for you to break it completely!”

• “I could escape when I was with you…”

• “I’m not drunk! I’m sober and that’s the problem.”

• “I never said it would last forever.”

• “I will fight for you until my heart is black and blue.”

• “We’re gonna make it to the other side.”

• “I’m not giving up on you, do you hear me? Even when I’m down to my last breath—I swear it.”

• “I’m not giving up on you, so you can’t give up on me.”

• “I have every right to be selfish with you”

• “Grab my hand!”

• “You can’t even really see me, can you?”

• “I’m right here. I’ve always been right here.”

• “There’s never been a moment that you were forgotten.”

• “I am screaming at you; please, please, please—why can’t you hear me?”

• “I’ll be your armor.”

• “Rely on me, come to me—let me be here for you.”

• “You keep lying to me.”

• “Is this just a stupid little game to you?”

• “Love is complex and overrated.”

• “Rot in hell.”

• “I’m usually not this desperate.”

• “It’ll be very easy to lose yourself in him/her.”

• “You are my sunshine.”

• “Do you know how happy you make me?”

• “Please, don’t take him/her away from me.”

• “I dreamt that, for the first time, you held my hand and every bad little thing just sort of fell away.”

• “I almost started to believe you.”

• “Lean on me.”

• “If you have a nightmare, we’ll just dance on the bed until the sun rises.”

• “I see the bones in your closet, I see them. But that won’t keep me from hanging stuff in there anyway.”

• “I’ll be here even when you lose your head.”

• “I will love you for infinity.”

• “I lose control when you touch me.”

• “You’re the reason I believe in soulmates.”

• “I’m a madman for your kisses.”

• “…so don’t tell me it’s impossible when I am living proof!”

• “My soul aches for yours.”

• “You were filling these holes since the day you were born.”

•“How exactly are you qualified to ____?”  “Who said anything about being qualified?”

•“Remember when you said you’d kill for me?” “I️ never said that.”

•“What happened to you?”  “You don’t wanna know.“

•“Fuck you!” “When?  Where?”

•“I️ have nothing to say to you.”

•“Go away.”  “No, not until I️ know you’re okay.”

•“What are you doing here?”  “I don’t know.”

•“You should’ve left me when you had the chance.”

•“You’re hot when you’re angry.”  “Then I️ must be smoking.”

•“What did I️ do?”  “You shouldn’t have to ask.”

•“What’s wrong with you?”  “So many things.”

•“I️ just don’t know what to do with you.”

•“I️ hope it was worth it.”

•“I️ hope you’re happy.”

•“I️ still wish you the best.”